Welcome to Survival of the Fittest, a RPing board loosely based off of Koshun Takami's Battle Royale, with its own unique plot and spin on the 'deadly game'. We've been around quite a while, and are now in our thirteenth year, so don't worry about us going anywhere any time soon!

If you're a newcomer and interested in joining, then please make sure you check out the rules. You may also want to read the FAQ, introduce yourself and stop by the chat to meet some of our members. If you're still not quite sure where to start, then we have a great New Member's Guide with a lot of useful information about getting going. Don't hesitate to PM a member of staff (they have purple usernames) if you have any questions about SOTF and how to get started!

She was fast. How the hell was she so fast? She'd gotten a headstart, but she wasn't an athlete.

Panic slowed them down, made them clumsy, made their ears play tricks on them and messed with usually fleet feet.

The first time was a trip. Just clumsy, just stupid, thinking they saw something out of the edge of their eye, trying to turn too fast and winding up skidding on a muddy patch, wiping out. No injuries, a streak of dirt all the way down their body.

Slowed though. Too slow.

The second time.

Gunshots. Enzo started, tripped over their own feet, crashed painfully to the floor chest first, landed on something hard, right in the ribs.